(CN.C.)Ooh.

Ooh.

Ooh.

I’m a (A5)prin cess cut from mar ble, smooth er than a storm.

And the (D5)scars that mark my bod y, they’re sil ver and (A5)gold.

My (E5)bod y’s a flood of ru bies, pre cious stones.

It (D5)keeps my veins hot, the fi re’s found a home in (A5)me.

I move through town,

I’m qui et like a (D5)fi re.

And my (A5)neck lace is of rope,

I tie it and un (E5)tie it.

And now (A5)peo ple talk to me but noth ing ev er hits home.

(C5)Peo ple talk to me and all the (G5)voic es just burn holes.

I’m go ing in, hoo.

This is the start

of how it all (Em)ends.

They used to shout my name, now they whis per it.

I’m speed ing up,

and this is the (D5)red, or ange, yel low flick er (Em)beat spark ing up my heart.

We’re at the start,

the col ors dis ap (Em)pear.

I nev er watch the stars, there’s so much down here.

So I just try

keep up with the (D5)red, or ange, yel low flick er (Em)beat spark ing up my heart.

I dream all year, but they’re not the sweet (D5)kinds.

And the (A5)shiv ers move down my shoul der blades in dou ble (E5)time.

Ooh, now (A5)peo ple talk to me, I’m slip ping out of reach, now.

(C6)Peo ple talk to me and all their (G)fac es blur.

But I got my (A5)fin gers laced to geth er, and I made a lit tle pri son and I’m (G5)lock ing up ev ’ry one who ev er laid a fin ger on (CN.C.)me.

I’m go ing in, hoo.

(Em)beat spark ing up my heart.

And this is the (Em)red, or ange, yel low flick er beat spark ing up my heart.

And this is the (D5)red, or ange, yel low flick er (Em)beat, beat, beat, beat.

(CN.C.)Ooh.